Paige's POV:
"Harry, stop!" I laughed. Harry and I were making cookies for prom. It has been a month since One Direction attended our school, and our relationships have gotten stronger.
Harry and I have had no problems in our relationship which I'm glad for. Also he has been coming with me to church every Sunday. I have a feeling that we're going to last.
Lily and Louis are great together. And Niall and Ali are the cutest couple ever. Niall will always tell her how gorgeous she looks. He sends her good morning texts, and flowers when he misses her. It's really cute!
"No," Harry said wiping icing on my nose.
"Why do you always wipe icing on my face?" I asked looking at him.
"Because I can do this," Harry said and then kissed my nose.
I giggled and pushed him away, so I could pull the cookies out of the oven.
"So, Prom is this Saturday," Harry said smiling.
"I know," I smiled back.
I grabbed the trays of cookies and set them on the counter to cool off.
"You would make a great wife," Harry said. I choked on my spit and looked at him like he was insane.
"Shut up, Styles." I nudged him on the chest. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him smashing our lips together. I smiled into the kiss.
After a few moments we pulled away breathless. We leaned our foreheads against each others and started into each other's eyes.
"I never get tired of that," he said breathlessly.
"Me niether," I whispered and pecked him on the lips and pulled away.
"So can I ask you something?" Harry wondered.
"Sure," I smiled and checked to see if the cookies were cooled.
"Went can I meet your parents?" he asked. I looked back him and he looked completely serious.
"Uh...it's up to you. When do you want to meet them?" I questioned unsurely. Him asking me that, made me think of that dream I had when we got trapped in the mall.
"Well how about Easter Sunday?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure. That sounds great." I said and turned around. My parents haven't met Harry yet, and I'm afraid they won't like him because he's not a Christian.
"Are you alright, love?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I said and started packing up the cookies in plastic containers. Harry reached up and grabbed my hand to stop me from working.
"What's wrong, babe?" he asked.
"I...I'm afraid that my parents won't like you, and then you'll hate me and we will ruin our relationship-" I started honestly.
Harry grabbed my cheeks and squished them together to get me to stop talking. I giggled and made fishy lips. Harry kissed my fishy lips and whispered, "I'm not going anywhere. No matter what happens." he said sincerely. I smiled and kissed him.
Harry smiled and pulled away. "Listen I have to uh go. Meet me on the roof in five minutes." he said.
"Wait the roof of my house?" I asked like he was insane.
"Yeah, babe. I'll see you in a few." he stated and kissed my forehead.
"Ok," I frowned and watched him walk away.
